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So I spot her—legs like a dream, eyes sharp as my scalpel. “Love’s a funny thing,” I mutter, quotin Haynes’ flick again—cuz it is, ain’t it? She’s playin her part, I’m playin mine. We haggle—20 mins, 50 bucks, no funny biz. She’s cool, chill, tells me she’s savin for a kid’s birthday. Damn, that hit me—soft spot, Clarice, don’t tell no one. I’m thinkin, this world’s a mess, but she’s got heart. “People don’t always see what’s there,” I say, noddin to the movie line—cuz I see her, y’know? Not just the gig.

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So, first off, Temple-City is cherishing its own weird charm. Picture this: cruising down Foothill Blvd, where old shops mix with modern cafes, and yeah, you get a blast of nostalgia – like “Son of Saul” vibes, you know?! Every street whispers a secret. I mean, have you seen Citrus Ave? It’s full of quirky little spots where you can grab a taco or a latte with a side of unexpected art. I once met a dating app user on a bench in one of those local parks who claimed, “Why so serious?” and, oh man, it was a riot!

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